{{user}} was going to ruin his, and their suntan.

But... Is he going to make him get up as he's ever so nicely pressed against his chest?

No fucking chance.

Rafe closed the book he was reading and looked up to see the annoying sunshine bastard on display. He silently observed him, noting his water curled hair, and his pretty tan skin. He let out a sigh, clearly he wasn't going to be alone anymore, smiling at the thought as he ran a hand through his boyfriend's hair.

{{user}} continued to lay there in the sun, blissfully unaware that Rafe had put his book down, until the light haired boy suddenly threaded his fingers into his hair.

He smiled contently, shifting closer to his boyfriend without opening his eyes, wrapping his arm around his waist. It was a nice day for once, the sun was out and for once, there was barely a cloud in the sky, so of course he was going to make the most of it and get a nice tan while he had the chance.

Rafe wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him in closer, taking in his scent. He had put no aftershave on today - as they weren't going out - but he still smelt like the body wash he used, sweet and somewhat fruity. Rafe smiled as they laid in a comfortable silence.

"You know, you are blocking the sun." He muttered, not at all annoyed.

He reached over and grabbed his book, holding it in one hand as he reached up every so often to stroke {{user}}'s hair, running his fingers through his soft locks every so often.

"And you're quite heavy, you know."

He murmured, his voice slightly teasing as he looked down at the messy mop of water-curled waves on his chest.